My username is my fursona's name, Jack, (which has absolutely nothing to do with my legal name or the name everyone calls me outside of my family) and then a last name I fashioned for him for situations where I want to be more unique than "Jack". There could be a million Jacks on this site. So I took his species, lion, and added in one of his best attributes, heart.

Ah yiss, gather 'round my fur covered children, as this dumb anthro has a story to tell!

It all started a loooong time ago, in land so far away it was actually pretty close. There, a small elf lived inside a hollowed out mushroom (which was hallucinogenic by the way; he would munch on dat shtit erryday an get higher than 18 books stacked). This little elf lived in a village full of little buggers just like him! They all had pointy ears and funny little hats and were only a wee 9 feet short! Tiny, huh? But anyways, they all lived on the side of a river where they would wash their stanky elf clothes and things.

And on the other side of the river was a village of gnomes (a good foot taller than the elves on average). The nasty little cacklads would tease the elves and throw crap on their side of the river (no really, the would fling gnome fecal matter all over the place, it was nasty!) as well as a numerous other detrimental pranks. Soon their practical jokes escalated, becoming more and more hurtful to the elves. Soon enough, they had gone from tossing gnome pies, to chucking rocks, to lobbing spears, then finally to firing off AK-47's!!! Along with their AK's and .30's, they had developed tanks and superior land vehicles! The elves were helpless, and pretty much screwed! They screamed and ran along the bankside, trying to dodge bullets and explosions! Shrapnel would fly in the air, legs would detach from bodies, elves were burning! It was Armageddon!

As a last resort, the elves dug trenches on their side of the river, placing barbed wire and sand bags in front, hoping to offer some form of protection. They would don round helmets and huddle in the ditches, shouting to each other over the sounds of whistling bombs and the cries of their wounded. They needed to form a plan, and fast. The gnomes had started to construct a bridge so that they could cross with their weapons of destruction. They were bent on snuffing out the poor little elves and everything they owned.

Soon one of the elves spoke up. It was our original protagonist, the one who got high off of his own house. He had sobered up since then, seeing as how his place had been shot to smithereens by the damned gnome menace. He yelled to the elves hiding in the trench, that he had a plan. He told them, that while they might not have superior technology like the gnomes did, they still had courage and determination on their side! He gave a whole little schpeel about that kind of crap, and it made all the little elves feel rill rill good. So they got together all their primitive armor and their trusty swords and prepared for the gnome attack.

The gnomees had finished building their bridge, and they dropped it down from their side and onto the elves. It slammed down on the wet soil of the bank, sinking in just a little. But it held. And the gnomes started to advance.

At the same time, the elves charged out from behind their worn barricades, brandishing all sorts of melee weaponry, mainly swords for the most part. And they too charged to meet the gnomes in the middle of the bridge.

In the very front of the army was our little elf, armor clad and with sword in hand. He screamed a hearty war cry and sprinted towards the gnomes, the rest of the elven army behind him.

Obviously, as soon as the two armies met, the elves were massacred and the gnomes won. They continued to piss on their corpses and fire victory shots into the air as they drank beer and fancy alcoholic drinks.

Moral of the story is, I'm tired and this is why gnomes are evil.

Oh yeah, and my username is my Fursona's name.

I like how you say that your username is that at the END of that long story...

(Ignore the Dat part) An old friend began calling me it, and to be frank its just stuck with me Love it to bits and its a lot nicer to say than my normal name to me anyway, not that its hard or anything just like it more, that and its softer and more gentle That and the sisscors sisters made a song about me being a party xD YAY

I'm a furry, and lifeguarding is a major part of my life. Ever since I was really young I always wanted to be one, so when I finally got certified I just made that my username for furry things.

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"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Feel free to talk to me! I don't bite, although I probably smell like chlorine.

Linx is me. I am Linx. We are Linx by mistake. While I was getting a tag for my collar, I pressed the "I" instead of the "Y" key. My sona's name was supposed to be Lynx and a sorta joke, you know, since a lynx is a cat and my species is a wolf.

I had a different username before, but i figured i needed something generic and 1 syllable, because those types of names get more respect and you are more well known for it, its just a psychology thing.

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Remember, "People are not against you, they are for themselves" - unknown